Dear Morgan:

{July 4th, 2009}

Dear Morgan:

Saturday with you was sweet. You played in the backyard for hours, wearing nothing but a pair of old socks and a diaper (both of which were thrown away before we went in for the day). You kept dipping your pointer finger in mud puddles and licking away the mud. I would say 'ick' and you would laugh your head off.

You sat on Bella like a horse and patted her belly, (large and pregnant), until she rolled over and licked your face a million times. (Because she loves you so, and because you're her pup, too).

You giggled, patted her nose, then you ran away. You took my empty flower buckets and filled them with rocks and then found a stick that you carried around for the whole afternoon.

I love to watch you. You are so mine. With matching skin, and a love for barefootedness, you and I are quite the pair. 

And we love the sun. And the clouds and the wind. Dirt stained hands, and water.

Then we shared a warm tub and potato chips, and I held you in the rocking chair until you slept in my arms.

And our day was completely perfect. 

You are completely perfect.

I just wanted you to know.

 

Love,

Mommy.